Stephanie stared at the portal in front of her, still in her PJ's. She told them no. Why didn't they listen? She hated people. The last thing she wanted was to belong in a team of them. She got dressed, put her armor and ammo belt on, cleaned her gun with a care and love she wouldn't even give to her own child, put it in it's holster, needed a piss, cursed, took half her stuff back off, went to the bathroom, came back, put it back on again,

By now, she was in a bad mood. She didn't want to join this team, but on the other hand, it [i]would[/i] be a good way to vent her continually building anger, stress, and depression that comes from being a friendless sociopath. She could look for flimsy excuses to punch people and then claim she's on her period. Actually, that sounded like fun. Almost as much fun as shooting a beloved hero in front of one of their fans and watching the look on the fan's face. Bleak, sad, conflicted confusion. It was delicious. She could drink the tears on their face right about then.

It was decided in her head. She walked through the portal. It was full of strange people she would learn the names of it time but sure as hell wasn't going to make an effort to. She walked straight past them without even sparing them a glance, folded her arms, and looked straight at the leader.

"I thought I told you I wasn't interested!"